What more can I be than that which
god has made me?
What more can I say to bring your
night into day?
Is elegance and kind words not what
you have asked of me before?
So why is it that when I present this gift,
you show me to the door.
Kindred flames you and I, and union of
two to make a whole.
But the flames cannot burn in the darkness
of my soul.
So should I seek to fly? With your gentle
breath beneath my wings.
Or should I wait to see what patient
fortune brings?
I may not be the incarnation of beauty,
but I have always been strong at heart.
And I loved you in the end, as much
as I did at the start.
Now the tides break, and a storm
gathers up ahead.
They bring in the icy chill for my
loveless, lonely bed.
What happens next? This I cannot
say.
But the next time you think of me,
run down to the bay.
Look out across the shore and
there you shall see me stand.
Stretching forth unto you,
my still all loving hand.
